aroceu's ficTetsurou wasn’t impressed – he had been, at first, at the cloak and the horns and the boots and everything. But all Oikawa did was look into his all-seeing ball and just laugh at everything he saw.
Tetsurou has been meowing for hours.
Because Tooru’s in a pleated skirt and collared shirt with a bow, kind of small on him and showing a sliver of skin. He’s even wearing the black buckled shoes. And long white socks, going up to his knees, accentuating his legs.
Tetsurou’s jaw drops.